Tick tock goes the clock
“You’re WHAT?????” Harry yelled. Vanessa had just told them she was leaving.“YOU CAN’T JUST-YOU BELONG-“ George stuttered.
“Essa……you have to talk to Dumbledore!” Hermione protested.
“I am. Right now.” Vanessa stood and left the room.
*Five minutes later*
“So? What’d he say?” Tally asked.
“He’ll talk to Madam Maxine,” Vanessa told her friends.
Fred looked scared. George looked angry. Harry looked nervous. Ron looked ashen. Tally looked irritated. Hermione looked like she was praying. But out of all these expressions, only Harry’s stood out.
“Cm’here,” Vanessa told Harry.
Grabbing his wrist, she twisted him around and whispered in his ear.
“Listen. If I don’t stay, I need you to watch out for everyone. Make sure Tally stays on our side. Keep Fred and George occupied, and help out Ron when he needs help. Make sure Hermione and Ron don’t fight.”
“Alright,” Harry muttered, and went to sit on a couch.
Note from Vanessa: Nice job. Guess I ruined Christmas. Now what?!?
Time was ticking. A minute. 5 minutes. An hour. 2 hours. 4 hours. Everyone sat anxiously.
“Professor Dumbledore would like to see you, Vanessa.” Mcgonagall walked in. “Oh, and……Merry Christmas.” She brushed out.
Vanessa got up and ran down the hall before anyone could say anything.
(the picture is Tally)
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